Chapter 372 Good Luck "The ignorant people have no doubt about ghosts and gods. Jiang Qingzhi has killed too many people in the south... especially prisoners. He insists on killing prisoners as a bad omen, so that once people think of this person, they will think of killing..." The weather was cold, but the study was warmed by the charcoal fire. One table of food, two wine glasses, three people. Yang Qing raised his glass to Han Yu and Chen Zhan and said, "In the past few months, the situation in the court has changed suddenly. Yan Song and his party have been suppressed by us and have been forced to retreat step by step. We cannot afford to retreat from such a good situation." Han Yu put down his folding fan, picked up the wine glass and said, "In the past, we didn't exert any strength, so the Yan Party was able to cover the sky with one hand. This time it is a martial arts performance. Brother Yang, you know that the morale of the scholars in the capital is now greatly boosted, and they are all ready to show them a lesson." "Morale is good!" Yang Qing was excited. "We need to hurry up here with Chen Zhan and not give Jiang Qingzhi a chance to catch his breath. This is a great situation..." Chen Zhan had hatred in his eyes, "Don't worry, Mr. Yang. I won't be at peace until this boy is dead." "We are gentlemen, and gentlemen use words instead of violence." Yang Qing said with a smile. "That's right." Han Yu laughed teasingly. Chen Zhan smiled and said, "We will make some plans, and someone will take action."

"Then, this glass of wine is for the bloodthirsty devil!" Han Yu raised his glass. "Knock knock knock!" "Who?" "Gentlemen, urgent news." "Come in." The door opened, and Yang Qing's followers came in. After bowing, they said, "After Jiang Qingzhi came out of the West Garden, he went straight to Yunlai Tower. He arrested more than ten scholars and beat many of them on the pretext of searching for Japanese pirates and spies..." Yang Qing: “…” Han Yu clenched his glass, "He is using this method to tell us that he is back." …… "Prime Minister, Jiang Qingzhi has captured more than ten scholars in Yunlai Tower." "This guy is back." Yan Song covered his forehead, "For us, I don't know whether we should be happy or sad..." Yan Shifan's eyes narrowed slightly, "Before they even returned home, I used thunderbolt methods to give those people a beating to intimidate them." "Prime Minister." A clerk came in to report, "The Minister of Public Affairs sent me to report that the number of memorials impeaching the Prime Minister is 60% less." "Hmm!" Yan Shifan frowned, "Why did those people stop their actions?" "The number of petitions impeaching Chief Wilbur has suddenly increased by 60%." Yan Shifan suddenly smiled bitterly, "Is that so?" This news, which was considered good news for Yan Song and his son, made them smile bitterly. Jiang Qingzhi used a beating to announce that the great Mohist master had returned.

"That idiot ruined the place as soon as he arrived." The Taoist priest had drunk wine, so he could not practice. So he sat by the fire and petted the cat. "Your Majesty, the two princes...and the princess ask for leave." "Let them go tomorrow." The Taoist said leisurely: "It was gloomy a while ago, but today it is full of joy. What a life..." "Your Majesty." Rui Jingxian came, "The people in Zhilu are very happy. They said that the Prime Minister sent people to give the officials wine and food." "Ask outsiders, are there fewer memorials impeaching Yan Song?" "Your Majesty is very wise." Rui Jingxian really admired the Taoist's wisdom, "60% less." "When Qingzhi came back, those people turned their attention to him." Daoye suddenly smiled, "Yan Song should be here too!" "Your Majesty, Lord Yan requests to see you," an eunuch reported. Yan Song came in, bowed, and said, "Your Majesty, it is almost the end of the year, and there is an endless stream of convoys from all over the country sending gifts to the capital. I think this trend should not continue." Emperor Jiajing looked at him and said calmly, "Yan Qing is courageous, this is very good." "Yes." Yan Song talked about a few more small things before taking his leave. After he left, Emperor Jiajing stroked the cat and said, "Is Yan Song, who has not been impeached, panicking?" Yan Song's value lies not only in governing the country. Emperor Jiajing has always attached great importance to reserve talents, and the government can still be as stable as a rock even if the prime minister is replaced. Yan Song's value lies in his role as a separation wall. It became a wall between Emperor Jiajing and his ministers. The ministers' anger and various means were blocked outside the Western Garden by this wall. When the ministers' target was no longer the wall, Yan Song panicked, so he volunteered to clean up the ice gifts and New Year gifts that the local officials sent to the Beijing officials. crazy! As soon as the news came out, all officials thought that Yan Song and his son were crazy. "There are 60% more people impeaching you, and 60% fewer people impeaching Yan Song and his son. When the cunning rabbit dies, the running dog is cooked. When the birds are gone, the good bows are hidden. When the enemy country is destroyed, the counselors die." Xia Yan looked at Jiang Qingzhi with a smile. Jiang Qingzhi had just come out of the shower with Duoduo squatting on his shoulder. The Bo family is not short of money now, and there are two charcoal braziers burning in the study, making it particularly warm. "According to what Mr. Xia said, Yan Song and his son had their own reasons for being corrupt or appointing their own private persons, right?" Jiang Qingzhi said with a smile. "Half true, half false." Xia Yan played with a conch shell that Jiang Qingzhi had just given him. "If Yan Song always pretends to be a gentleman, Your Majesty will have to keep one eye open when sleeping at night." "Real villains are not to be feared, what is to be feared is hypocrites." Jiang Qingzhi touched Duoduo's back, Duoduo meowed, turned over, and motioned the owner to rub his belly. "During the time you were away, those people seized on the matter of the Beijing Guards and attacked them crazily. The Yan Party fought back desperately... Soon, two of Yan Song's confidants were caught with evidence of their crimes and stepped down in disgrace. Yan Song also took ruthless action, banishing more than a dozen officials in one go... Both sides were killing each other, and at this time, the news of your victory in the southeast reached the capital, and both sides stopped fighting."

Xia Yan sighed, "Because of your status as a great Mohist master, the scholars vowed to suppress you and never let you live again. And because of your ruthless methods and different stance, they are very afraid of you... That's fine. The Yan Party originally regarded you as a half-ally, so even if there were some conflicts, Yan Song just laughed it off. Now that you are back, Yan Song's pressure has suddenly been reduced, and he suddenly realized that you have the ability to replace him. Qingzhi, be careful of Yan Song in the future. " "I'm not interested in building that wall!" Jiang Qingzhi said lightly. "That's fine." Xia Yan said, "If the Mohist leader becomes the wall between the emperor and his ministers, it will only bring shame to the leaders of all generations." Then there was a family dinner. Jiang Qingzhi had a drink with Hu Zongxian and others in the front yard. Xu Wei was drunk and talked about the situation in the southeast. When he mentioned that Jiang Qingzhi ordered people to kill the prisoners, Hu Zongxian frowned slightly and said, "My Lord, killing prisoners is a bad omen!" "Japanese, the more you kill, the more auspicious it is." Jiang Qingzhi had been exhausted for several months and today he was completely relaxed, raising his glass frequently. Hu Zongxian went out with Xu Wei on the pretext of changing clothes. Snowflakes were flying outside. Hu Zongxian reached out to catch a snowflake. "I'm very curious. Logically, the Altan tribe is the mortal enemy of the Ming Dynasty. The Ming Dynasty has been fighting with the remnants of the Mongols for many years. Both sides have suffered heavy casualties, and the grudges are difficult to resolve. Lord Bo did not kill the people of the Altan tribe after capturing them..." "Are you talking about the hostility of the Lord towards the Japanese pirates?" Xu Wei burped. "Yes, the Japanese pirates are just a minor problem, causing trouble along the southeastern coast. They are more like thieves. But I have always found that Master Bo has a deep hatred for the Japanese pirates. Did you discover anything when you followed Master Bo south this time?" Xu Wei nodded. "Whenever the Japanese pirates were mentioned, Master Bo would definitely have nothing good to say. I remember when he was killing the prisoners, Master Bo looked up at the sky and muttered to himself..." "My uncle grew up in Suzhou Prefecture. Could it be that any of his relatives or friends died at the hands of the Japanese pirates?" "This is the only possibility." "But killing prisoners is unlucky, Old Xu, we still need to persuade the uncle about this matter." "Ok!" Although Xu Wei was unruly and unrestrained, he still felt that killing prisoners was inappropriate. "God is merciful and kind..." After returning, Xu Wei and Hu Zongxian tried to persuade him in a roundabout way. "What's so unlucky about killing prisoners?" Sun Chonglou's face turned red from drinking, and he said to Xu Wei, "Old Xu, the young master is the devil! What's the devil afraid of?" "You know nothing!" Xu Wei was also a little drunk, "God is the kindest!" At this time, someone came to report, "Master, Lu Bing is here." What the hell! Jiang Qingzhi, who was slightly drunk, was startled. "What is this guy doing here?" Lu Bing came in. He looked around. "Long Wilbur, I have something to talk to you alone." Jiang Qingzhi stood up and walked out with him. "What could it be?" Hu Zongxian was a little curious. After the two of them left the room, Lu Bing looked sideways at Jiang Qingzhi, which made his back shiver. He was worried that this guy had changed his orientation.

"I still remember your judgment on Altan's tribe. You said that Altan used the killing of the envoy to rally the people's hearts. No one believed it at that time." "What news did the Jinyiwei get?" Jiang Qingzhi asked. Lu Bing said: "Just now, news of a secret spy from the Jinyiwei in the northwest reached the capital. In October, Altan was assassinated while traveling, and he was saved by the successive guards around him. Even so, Altan was still injured. Afterwards, Altan cleaned up a large tribe and killed many people..." "and many more." Jiang Qingzhi raised his hand and thought carefully. According to history, Altan will lead his army south next year. And this assassination...will it be a trigger point? "But the conflicts within the Altan tribe are becoming more and more intense?" Jiang Qingzhi asked. Lu Bing nodded, "Altan has conquered many tribes over the years and has taken in many tribes. When Altan distributed the profits, he gave more to his trusted tribesmen and fewer to the new tribesmen..." The problem is not the lack of wealth but the inequality of wealth, which exists everywhere. "Those new tribes have been unwilling to return." Lu Bing stretched out his hand to stir up the snowflakes in front of him, "Those trusted tribes that Altan relies on cannot be neglected. Now he is in a dilemma. If he treats the new tribes well, his trusted tribes will definitely be dissatisfied. If he treats the new tribes harshly, the conflicts will become more and more intense..." "So, you can't eat a fat man in one bite." Jiang Qingzhi lit up the medicine cigarette and took a deep breath. "Old Lu, have your people keep a close eye on the Altan tribe. Be careful." "What you mean by this..." Lu Bing's eyes turned cold, "Do you still think that Altan has ambitions to go south?" "Opening up trade is a double-edged sword, and it is more beneficial to the Ming Dynasty. It is true that this move has reduced some of the internal conflicts in Altan Khan, but he is a wolf by nature and is cruel... When internal conflicts cannot be resolved, Altan Khan has two choices." Jiang Qingzhi extended his index finger, "First, clean the interior thoroughly. But he can't bear the consequences. Second..." "Go south!" "Correct." Jiang Qingzhi nodded. “This is bad news!” "No, it's good news!" "Why?" Lu Bing was puzzled. "The Ming Dynasty needs a fight to restore morale!" Jiang Qingzhi looked at the snow flying all over the sky and said softly, "Who said killing prisoners is unlucky? This is a good omen!" (End of this chapter)